I play your game
I play your game
Now
I play your game
I play your game

I take my chances alone
Get on your horse and be gone
I will not wait up for you anymore
So you can ask me if something is wrong
Will you go?
I don't know anymore

When the night isn't ready for you
It's a feeling I know that dogs you
They invited a stewardess, too
Now they want you to see it
Here's to days he decides he's got time
And he claims that it's not a surprise
When he finds out the truth's on his side

I take my chances alone
Get on your horse and be gone
I will not wait up for you anymore
So you can ask me if something is wrong
Will you go?
I don't know anymore
I don't believe anyone
As they crawl out of my way

Waiting for the night
Leaving night by night
You can see me travel
We could be in trouble every night
We're having a new life

I take my chances alone
Get on your horse and be gone
I will not wait up for you anymore
So you can ask me if something is wrong

Borrowing a sonic conversation from Angles, Casablancas shoots for the falsetto stars one last time on a record that just can't grasp. But here, even with the odd, throbbing mod Duran, Duran pulse, something inexplicably works - a cooing 1986 backdrop to a hilarious my-way-or-the-highway yearn; [LISTEN].